>>I HAVE A SERIES OF SONNETS IN MY BOOK THAT’S COMING OUT IN SEPTEMBER ABOUT QUESTIONS THAT MY DAUGHTER HAS ASKED ME IN THE CAR.E AGE THREE, AGE FOUR, AGE FIVE^–E SO THIS ONE IS BASED ON THE QUESTION, “WHY IS THE SKY SO TALL AND OVER EVERYTHING?”E IT’S CALLED “SKY.”E AND I’M READING, BECAUSE I DON’T MEMORIZE MY POEMS.E WHAT YOU DRAW AS A BLUE STRIPE,E HIGH ABOVE A GREEN STRIPE,E WHITE INTERRUPTED, THE REAL SKY STARTS AT THE TIPE OF EACH BLADE OF GRASS AND GOES UPE AS FAR AS YOU CAN SEE.E OUR HOUSE STOPS AT THE ROOFE AT THE GLITTER BLACK OVER LAP OFE SHINGLES, WHERE THE SKY PRESSES DOWNE BEARING THE WEIGHT OF SPACE,E DARK AND SPARKLING ON ITS BACK.E THINK OF SKY NOT AS BLUE NOT AS OVER, BUT AS THE INVISIBLE SURROUND,E A SOFT SUIT YOU WEAR CLOSE TO THE SKIN.R WHEN YOU WALK THE SOLES OF YOUR FEET TAKE TURNS ON THE GROUNDE BUT THE REST OF YOU, IS IN THE SKY.E ENVELOPED IN SKY AS YOU MOVE THROUGH IT,E YOU MAKE A TUNNEL IN THE PRECISE SIZE AND SHAPE OF YOUR BODY.E [^APPLAUSE^]E AND THIS IS A VERY NEW ONE.E IT’S CALLED “RAIN NEW YEAR’S EVE.”E THE RAIN IS A BROKEN PIANO PLAYING THE SAME NOTE OVER AND OVER.E MY FIVE-YEAR-OLD SAID THAT.E ALREADY, SHE KNOWS LOVING THE WORLD MEANS LOVING THE WOBBLES YOU CAN’T SHIM.E THE CREAKS YOU CAN’T OIL SILENT.E THE JURY-RIGGED PARTS, MACGYVER’D WITH TWINE AND CHEWING GUM.E LET ME LOVE THE COLD RAINS PLINKING.E LET ME LOVE THE WORLD, THE WAY I LOVE MY YOUNG SON.E NOT ONLY WHEN HE CUPS MY FACE IN HIS STICKY HANDS,E BUT WHEN ROUGH HOUSING, HE ACCIDENTALLY SPLITS MY LIP.E LET ME LOVE THE WORLD LIKE A MOTHER,E LET ME BE TENDER WHEN IT LETS ME DOWN.E LET ME LISTEN TO THE RAIN’S ONE NOTE,E AND HEAR A BEGINNER’S SONG.E THANK YOU.E [^APPLAUSE^]E